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	<title>Comments on: Major General J.E.B. Stuart: Last Stand of the Last Knight</title>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth LeBlanc</title>
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		<dc:creator>Elizabeth LeBlanc</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 02:40:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ten years ago my husband,Willliam, was diagnosed with  Parkinson's Disease, and our son,Daniel,helped us to move to Richmond to rent a house ,three
blocks west of the J.E.B. Stuart monument.  Two years ago William died of the effects of that terrible disease. I stayed on here on Francis Road .   
                            .I believe I live  right on the battlefield of Yellow Tavern. I oftenwalk to the J.E.B. Stuart monument  three blocks east
with my little dog"Rosie", and we climb the steps to sit on the bench in the peaceful little park by the white monument . Its inscription is truer, I
believe, than what many give it true  credit for. "He Saved Richmond," and indeed Stuart did --that May day, "On this high ground" So tragic-- to lose
such a brave good intelligent man to the violent chances of war.So many brave young men died here--.  So many many good young men .                  
                             I also believe that this old house is haunted by those who died here 144 years ago; Locked doors open with no fingers
twisting the knobs; strange sounds: clicks and thuds and metallic ringings are heard --both by me and by little Rosie who always sleeps with her ears
perked toward the kitchen. She lifts up at these unexplainable disturbances and then lies back down again, as if to say "Oh, it's only the
boys--coming home late again." 
Oh, how I wish it was the all boys-- coming home again  to live out the lives they all lost too soon in all the wars we've lost, or won.














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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ten years ago my husband,Willliam, was diagnosed with  Parkinson&#8217;s Disease, and our son,Daniel,helped us to move to Richmond to rent a house ,three<br />
blocks west of the J.E.B. Stuart monument.  Two years ago William died of the effects of that terrible disease. I stayed on here on Francis Road .<br />
                            .I believe I live  right on the battlefield of Yellow Tavern. I oftenwalk to the J.E.B. Stuart monument  three blocks east<br />
with my little dog&#8221;Rosie&#8221;, and we climb the steps to sit on the bench in the peaceful little park by the white monument . Its inscription is truer, I<br />
believe, than what many give it true  credit for. &#8220;He Saved Richmond,&#8221; and indeed Stuart did &#8211;that May day, &#8220;On this high ground&#8221; So tragic&#8211; to lose<br />
such a brave good intelligent man to the violent chances of war.So many brave young men died here&#8211;.  So many many good young men .<br />
                             I also believe that this old house is haunted by those who died here 144 years ago; Locked doors open with no fingers<br />
twisting the knobs; strange sounds: clicks and thuds and metallic ringings are heard &#8211;both by me and by little Rosie who always sleeps with her ears<br />
perked toward the kitchen. She lifts up at these unexplainable disturbances and then lies back down again, as if to say &#8220;Oh, it&#8217;s only the<br />
boys&#8211;coming home late again.&#8221;<br />
Oh, how I wish it was the all boys&#8211; coming home again  to live out the lives they all lost too soon in all the wars we&#8217;ve lost, or won.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth LeBlanc</title>
		<link>http://www.historynet.com/major-general-jeb-stuart-last-stand-of-the-last-knight.htm#comment-17135</link>
		<dc:creator>Elizabeth LeBlanc</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 02:31:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ten years ago my husband,Willliam, was diagnosed with  Parkinson's Disease, and our son,Daniel,helped us to move to Richmond to rent a house ,three
blocks west of the J.E.B. Stuart monument.  Two years ago William died of the effects of that  terrible disease. I stayed on here on Francis Road .  
                             .I believe I live  right on the battlefield of Yellow Tavern. I often walk to the J.E.B. Stuart monument  three blocks
east with my little dog"Rosie", and we climb the steps to sit on the bench in the peaceful little park by the white monument . Its inscription is
truer, I believe, than what many  give it true  credit for. "He Saved Richmond," and indeed Stuart did --that May day, "On this high ground" So
tragic-- to lose such a brave good intelligent man to the violent chances of war.So many brave young men died here--.  So many many good young men.I
also believe that this old house is haunted by those whoe died here 144 years ago; Locked doors open with no fingers twisting the knobs; strange
sounds: clicks and thuds and metallic ringings are heard --both by me anf by little Rosie who alwats sleeps with her ears perked toward the kitchen.
She lifts up at these unexplainable disturbances and then lies back down again, as if to say "Oh, it's only the boys--coming home late again." 
Oh, how I wish it was the all boys-- coming home again  to live out the lives they all lost too soon in all the wars we've lost, or won.



















live in an old house, and believe it is haunted by the ghosts of the many men who died here 146 years ago.Locked doors open with no hand to twist the
knobs. Strange thuds and ringing sounds are heard at night; Rosie sleeps on the couch with her ears always on the ready andraises her head at the 
unexplained sounds but then lies peacefully back down.Maybe she thinks "Oh, it's only them again those who died then .I mourn them too, and all we
have lost in subsequent wars. So many so many brave  young valiant men. .</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ten years ago my husband,Willliam, was diagnosed with  Parkinson&#8217;s Disease, and our son,Daniel,helped us to move to Richmond to rent a house ,three<br />
blocks west of the J.E.B. Stuart monument.  Two years ago William died of the effects of that  terrible disease. I stayed on here on Francis Road .<br />
                             .I believe I live  right on the battlefield of Yellow Tavern. I often walk to the J.E.B. Stuart monument  three blocks<br />
east with my little dog&#8221;Rosie&#8221;, and we climb the steps to sit on the bench in the peaceful little park by the white monument . Its inscription is<br />
truer, I believe, than what many  give it true  credit for. &#8220;He Saved Richmond,&#8221; and indeed Stuart did &#8211;that May day, &#8220;On this high ground&#8221; So<br />
tragic&#8211; to lose such a brave good intelligent man to the violent chances of war.So many brave young men died here&#8211;.  So many many good young men.I<br />
also believe that this old house is haunted by those whoe died here 144 years ago; Locked doors open with no fingers twisting the knobs; strange<br />
sounds: clicks and thuds and metallic ringings are heard &#8211;both by me anf by little Rosie who alwats sleeps with her ears perked toward the kitchen.<br />
She lifts up at these unexplainable disturbances and then lies back down again, as if to say &#8220;Oh, it&#8217;s only the boys&#8211;coming home late again.&#8221;<br />
Oh, how I wish it was the all boys&#8211; coming home again  to live out the lives they all lost too soon in all the wars we&#8217;ve lost, or won.</p>
<p>live in an old house, and believe it is haunted by the ghosts of the many men who died here 146 years ago.Locked doors open with no hand to twist the<br />
knobs. Strange thuds and ringing sounds are heard at night; Rosie sleeps on the couch with her ears always on the ready andraises her head at the<br />
unexplained sounds but then lies peacefully back down.Maybe she thinks &#8220;Oh, it&#8217;s only them again those who died then .I mourn them too, and all we<br />
have lost in subsequent wars. So many so many brave  young valiant men. .</p>
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